Wednesday, January 9, 2013

"There must be some kind of way out of here,"
Said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion,
I can't get no relief.
Businessman they drink my wine,
Plowman dig my earth
None will level on the line, nobody offered his word, hey"

"No reason to get excited,"
The thief, he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late"

All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants, too

Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl

I always loved this epic tune, it is on the playlist constantly running around in my head; the soundtrack of my life of adventure. Today I present All Along the Watchtower as a moment of celebration of my daughter's manuscript being accepted by a publisher - when her novel is published she join the great writing clan of my family, the third generation . . .